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of each assistant. No words were spoken. Instead, those eyes directed, gave almost a sharp command
when a nurse was a fraction of a second too slow. There was need for swift, sure speed. Remainder of
his face was hidden behind a mask of white.

In the observers’ balcony, a doctor whispered to a colleague.

"This particular penetration of the ethmoid cribriform has never been accomplished to date. Bet you he
don’t make it!"

The second doctor said softly, "But that surgeon is Doc Savage!"

"Sure, but the boy’s been on the table a half hour now."

It did not seem to those seated above in the tiers that the figure of Doc Savage was unusually large.
Standing alone, the bronze man’s size was deceptive, which was perhaps caused by the symmetry of his
physical development—so well proportioned that he seemed no taller than an average six-foot man. But
whenever a nurse, who was tall herself, came close, his unusual size was evident. Doc Savage was a
physical giant.

Close over Doc Savage’s head, a cluster of round operating-room lights sent down powerful light.

A doctor seated in the topmost tier whispered, "Listen!"

Everyone could hear the commotion. An excited man had stopped to yell at the doorman, probably not
realizing what a serious thing was going on inside.

"A scientist named Uppercue went crazy, and they’re huntin’ ‘im!" the man yelled. "And they saw some
kind of a goblin in the Hall of Mines!"

The skeptical doctors in the tiers breathed, "Good Lord. He’ll never pull that lad through now. That’ll
distract him."

At the operating table, the nurses jerked worried glances toward Doc Savage. But apparently the bronze
man had not heard a sound. His capable fingers moved swiftly. His hypnotic gaze flicked to the tiny
instruments in the nurses’ hands, indicating them as he needed them. For the first time, he made a direct
statement.

"Almost through," he said.

But then the cluster of brilliant operating table lights overhead went out.



ONE nurse could not suppress her cry of horror as the big operating amphitheater with only small
windows high above, was thrown into gloom down where Doc Savage was working. The bronze man
was ready to suture—sew up—the incision close to the boy’s brain. One slip now—

A nurse leaped to a wall phone, frantically called the engineer’s room in the basement of the Hall of
Medicine, announced, "Something mysterious caused the transformers to burn out."